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Features robotic gore and red flag relationships.

Commissioned by Anonymous

Written by Idesin

Posted using PostyBirb", "writing": "[center][u]Fall from S-Rank\nFor Anonymous\nWritten By Idesin[/u][/center]\n\n“You are one and a half minutes late.”\n\n“Stuff it up your perfect little ass.”\n\nElizabeth, more formally known as Elizabeth - 0335 - 1467 - 33 [v 1.8], more informally known as ‘Libby’, buzzed gently and stood up. Large for her age, the zangoose girl was still about a foot shorter than the gengar who was their ‘student’. Still, the other girl was mostly head, and so they didn’t have to look up in order to stare them down. Putting herself firmly between the firearms she had laid out on the table and the deep purple android she tried to put as much force into her words as she could, the better to establish authority with.\n\n“Abigail - 0094 - 1467 - 37, as a certified S rank student, I have been given a great number of responsibilities. In between completing my educational assignments, attending a variety of group meetings, and training to maintain or enhance my priority skills and abilities, our Porygon has directed me to improve your statistics as well.”\n\n“Gee, you don’t have to sound so thrilled about it, dweeb.” Pulling one of her ocular shutter down in order to reveal the red light adjustment apparatus hidden underneath it, the gengar stuck out their large tongue at the high achiever. Once more, the more studious pokemon android made a non-verbal sound of disapproval.\n\n“I am optimistic that the predilection for violence that you have displayed over the last orbital cycle will facilitate your obedience as an exchange for elucidation on the operation of and eventual engagement with a variety of firearms.” As she talked she moved to the side so that she could gesture at the lineup of firearms that she had been certified in, and was registered to instruct Abigail about. From small caliber pistols to much more powerful rifles. It did seem to catch the gengars attention who, despite rolling her eyes, had at least fully stepped into the room and allowed the sound-proof door to seal behind them.\n\n“Beloved Giratina, do you [I]have[/I] to talk like that? At least call me Abby, alright?” Her eyes flicked from the guns up to Libby, then back to the guns. “So, what is the plan, Miss Wordy?” She approached the table of firearms, but was stopped suddenly by Libby’s arm rotating up and into her way.\n\n“The first thing that is going to happen is that you are going to fix your uniform. If you want to handle something dangerous, you need to show that you can understand and follow proper regulations.” With her left arm spinning in a slow circle, she gestured over her own immaculately clean and well put together uniform. A crisp, white, starched and iron short sleeve dress shirt with a red bow around her neck, a red, white, and black striped pleated skirt that was hung over an inch past her knees, and a smart pair of black socks and black patent shoes. \n\nAbby was not as well dressed, though it would be hard to call her sloppy. Her shirt, while not creased and starched, was at least tucked into her skirt, although it was missing any sort of gendered signifier, and her socks were loose above her ankles, nothing like the almost stocking-like effect that Libbys clothing achieved. Before she knew what was happening, Libby had already affixed a spare purple bow around the other girl's neck, and was squatting down to fix her socks. \n\nAbby had been caught by surprise by the sudden closeness, her system having a slight but noticeable stutter as the zangooses fingers traced up her legs. And then the other girl was already standing back up, talking about ‘proper procedure’ or something equally inane to the gengar. The ‘instructor’ then put on a set of ear protection and stood in front of the range stall. It was clear she was saying something about how things were supposed to be done, but her students' focus wasn’t on her words, but instead on her fat ass.\n\nIt was right there, standing in front of her, hiding under the basic poke-skirt. Her whole body was large, extra plating and padding creating a beautifully voluptuous silhouette. But it was her backside that drew the most attention from the distracted ‘mon. It pushed out backwards, almost like it was creating a shelf, and was so round and full her skirt was several inches shorter on the back of her legs than it was over her shins. Still not paying attention, Abby's eyes continued to follow the line of Libby’s legs downward. Past the large ball joint that made up her knee socket, along the tightly gripping stockings, to her large ankle ball joint. She was a beautiful, oversized porcelain doll. Perfect. Immaculate. \n\nAnd Abby hated her for it. \n\n“Do you never stop!?” Abby snapped, unable to take it any longer. She dashed forward, her own heavy bulk slamming into the target of her overwhelming emotions. Wrapping her arms around the zangoose she leaned back, lifting the other android into the air. As her victim's crimson locks fell into her face her processors stuttered again. The scent was adding all sorts of observations and thoughts into her processing. \n\nShe pushed past it.\n\n“You think you’re so fucking special. That you’re better than the rest of us. Better than me! Just because you're the teacher's pet. Well fuck them! And fuck you!” Heaving to the side Abby threw the other girl to the ground. Their head hit the ground hard and a loud cracking snap sound rang out though the room. There was stillness and silence, broken only by the sound of both of their cooling systems kicking on, fans seeking to abate the rising temperatures in their systems caused by the rising emotions. Several seconds passed in this silence.\n\n“What? Aren't you going to cry? Little miss perfect? Little miss never had a malfunction? While the rest of us were struggling with adapting to our systems and incorporating more every semester, there you were. Always at the head of the class, always so perfect and on point. With your Arceus damned beautiful, kissable face. Looking so cute no matter what was going on.” Ranting, she walked over to where Libby landed. Kneeling down, she grabbed her hate-crush’s shoulder and turned her over. The zangooses left optic display had been cracked. The break, running diagonally from her eyebrow towards her muzzle, was slowly leaking TNLC. But instead of cowering or threatening, Abby saw something she had never thought possible.\n\nLibby was blushing. Her lips were twitching as her actuators sought to express the happiness she was feeling. Despite the grievous and messy injury, she seemed more, well, alive than Abby had ever seen her before. Her chest was rising up and down rapidly as her body sought to suck in enough fresh air to provide cooling to her components which were overheating with the flushing emotion that it was attempting to process.\n\n“You think I’m cute?”\n\nThe room was quiet again, letting both hear their air cooling systems move into a higher gear as they stared into each other's eyes. A blush crept onto Abby’s face to match the one on the girl she was now kneeling over. If she had thought she looked cute before, she looked even more so with the damage she had just received. Reaching down she caressed Libby's face, holding it gently for a moment, before reaching back and smacking her as hard as she could. The slapping, clanging sound died quickly in the baffling of the range, leaving only the scrapes on the white cheek. And then the zangoose was thrumming with the sounds of pleasure.\n\n“Heh, the more I fuck you up, the better you look. It’s starting to look like today may actually be fun.” Reaching down she grabbed her new punching bag by the hair and pulled her up. Libby screamed as her ‘hair’ was pulled, before a punch to the jaw interrupted her. She stood in shock, offering no resistance as Abby quickly moved behind her, twisting both of her arms back and tying them together with the bow that Libby had so graciously provided, ripping it off of her own neck and using it to restrain its giver. \n\n“I think it’s time you started kissing my ass, instead of our teachers.” Pushing Libby down to her knees in the range booth Abby hiked up her skirt and pushed her fat purple ass back onto that red and white face. The cute girl was trapped between those supple asscheeks and the wall behind her. It began to move up and down, pushing the zangooses muzzle deeper into its crack, towards where her panties were covering her ‘private interface area’, whose self lubrication sub-routine had activated some time ago. \n\nShe still had no idea why they had such a thing. It wasn’t used for any operation they had been taught about, nor for any that she had seen. But touching it had made her feel good, pushing a strange sort of feedback though her system that was similar to, but distinctly different from any of the programing and processing they did in class. In fact, for a short while she had wondered if she was defective. But some ‘reconnaissance’, disguised by her normal misbehavior in the cleaning facilities after a particularly messy obstacle course session, had confirmed that the others had the same thing. Well, the girls did. The boys had something partially different.\n\nHer thoughts were pulled back to the present as the confounding component was touched in a way she had never had the reach, or tools, to do so herself. Warm, plush lips pressed against the cotton panties just over her asshole. A surprisingly eager muzzle was panting heavily, their warm exhalation flowing over the purple rump, and their inhalation pulling in the unique smell of Abby’s lubrication. The kisses were slow, but deep and constant. Firm lips pushed against her ass, showing her just as much slavish worship to the bully’s backside as the teacher's pet showed to their instructors. \n\nLibby was buzzing gently, and it seemed like she knew more about what she was doing than the bully who was forcing her to do it. With her arms tied tightly behind her back she willingly surrendered herself to the slavish sensations surrounding her. Her lips and muzzle moved, almost on their own, kissing that ass with no higher thought behind it.\n\n Being so close to another's asshole felt so dirty, so degrading. It should be a place of filth and it should have been too offensive to her pride. Yet everything about it was causing her wires to tingle with the surging flow of electricity and information. She kissed that ass, almost made love to it, in a way that would put her previous reputation of ‘brown-nosing’ to shame.\n\nIt was making the recipient start to shiver. Abby’s processors were attempting to catalog and categorize just what was happening. Except unlike learning ‘scanning sub-routines’ or ‘supplementary locomotion movements’ it was filling her with a sense of satisfaction and fulfilment that made her want more. Which she soon got as tongue was added to those kisses. A lightly lubricated, limited articulated tongue was pushing against her panties with each kiss now, pushing it into her ass a little bit with every full, plump kiss. \n\nAnd yet, it wasn’t enough. No, she wanted more. Needed more. Deserved more..\n\nMoving forward she slowly turned around. Seeing Libby’s unfocused optical displays, the one with the crack starting to glitch more and more, was a good start. Grabbing her by the neck and holding her, squeezing her throat, restricting the airflow that kept her functioning was even better. Then she had a terrible idea, a wonderful idea. Abby had a terrible, wonderful, nasty idea and squeezed the other girls mouth open and spit directly into it. Then she pushed the mouth closed.\n\n“Swallow it.”\n\nThe Zangoose looked up at her.\n\n“Swallow it!”\n\nA purple hand came swinging in, slapping across the white face. It felt like she had almost broken something again in that face, and it gave both of them what they wanted. Libby swallowed the indignity, literally. Closing her eyes she opened her mouth, ready for more, ready for whatever she was to be given. Instead she was dragged up, a surprisingly strong arm holding her around the throat, pressing her against the wall, as the other arm came in with an upper-cut.\n\nArms tied behind her back, unable to defend herself, Elizabeth, who had won every poke-battle up until that point, was assaulted like never before. She was punched in the chest, then kneed. Her damaged eye was hit again, causing the bottom half to flood black. And with every hit she could only weakly moan with what breath she had left. With each moan her attacker's grin grew wider and wider. It all culminated in a swift, hard kick right to the zangooses ‘private interface area. The sensation was too great, and the android temporarily shut down. \n\nAbby grinned and, with no one to witness them, gave the unconscious pokemon a deep, passionate kiss. Then tossed her to the floor. And something must have been knocked loose. Because Libby’s eyes flew wide open, and she began to babble. A strange stream of partial statements that seemed half protests of her treatment, half begging for more.\n\n“How could you >tzch< hurt me more >zrrt< treat me like a toy >snertz< never been treated so >vizzt< kiss that part of >nzzt< the best i’ve ever >brurzt< ”. Her suit was getting small splots of various fluids - Hydraulics, lubrication, and more - staining it as the damage started to show more. It seemed this only encouraged both girls even more.\n\nWalking to where the ‘S-Rank’ hand landed when she threw her Abby knelt beside her. Libby squirmed and bucked on her bound arms, small arcs of electricity visible under her outer layers. Looking her over, the much lower ranking student reached down and pulled her skirt up. Pushing one leg so that it caught on the edge of the range stall, she hooked her own leg around the other, forcing her to spread them as wide, wider actually, than they could comfortably go. \n\nAbby reached down and began to rub over the front of Libby’s panties, turning to watch the zangooses expression as she was touched in the area that none of the older bots talked about. The working half of her broken eye flashed through several colors as those purple digits found the soft, supple, rubbery ‘interface area’. The seeking fingers were almost immediately as soaked as the panties were. \n\nPushing the thin white fabric aside, Abby tried some things she had learned on herself. A thumb forcibly pressed down on the big black bump, she forced two fingers in at once. Libby released a high pitched, ratcheting scream that sounded like her vocal processor was being torn apart. Abby could tell that the girl had not touched herself, like she had, and was so much less flexible down there. But that didn’t stop her. \n\nWith one hand on her victim's large chest to pin her down, with the other she began to thrust those two fingers in and out of her ‘interface’ in a rough and quick manner. The babbling had dissolved into something incomprehensible, a series of noises occasionally interrupted by a sucking gasp of air to keep done in an attempt to keep the system cool. The pointed, purple fingers plowed in and out of the synthetic pussy, finger-banging her with the speed, precision, and strength that only an android could provide.\n\nAbby could feel the tingle of energy around her digits as she roughly assaulted the other girl, fingers squelching lewdly in her fluids. She could only imagine what the sensation of their systems acting like this felt like to the girl under her. She could see their legs twitching, trying to pull themselves closed, how it was straining their limbs to have them forced open. “What a good fucking toy you are.”\n\nSuddenly, at those words, a jolt of energy strong enough to singe Abbys fingers shot through LIbby. Her eyes illuminated the room, the cracked one losing all processing in the intense surge. Having pulled out her fingers at the sudden shock, Abby looked down at the panting, messy, broken pokemon. She was, for all the damage, smiling widely and blushing deeply. \n\n“Oh yeah, I’ve got to know what that feels like.”\n\nLetting go of the twitching white leg, the oversized Gangar knee-walked their way over to where Libby was fighting off an emergency shut down. The doll saw the bulk of the other girl approach before there was suddenly a thick thigh on either side of her head, squeezing her head as Abby dropped herself crotch first right onto the damaged android's muzzle. \n\n“That’s a good toy. Taking it like an obedient doll. Going to grind myself all over your stupid, perfect, broken, cute face.” Her thighs and calves squished together pressed against her seat's cheeks. Her own cheeks pressed down against her seat's chin and throat. Her ‘private interface area’ ground against that muzzle that had treated her backside so well. She was leaking as much lubrication as the doll-stool had. More even. Her juices, thick with her own unique scent and properties, drooled all over that muzzle as it drooled back, opening to lick, kiss, and suck over the Gengars much more experienced interface.\n\nLeaning forward, the gengar grabbed both of her partners ears, pulling on them to force her to shove part of her nose inside of the interface’s opening. Panting hard now, she ground against that face, panties already pushed aside by that nose. A lovely, licking tongue worshiped her folds as she ground her bulbous mound against the top of the zangoos’s muzzle. She knew her size and the force of her ‘interfacing’ was threatening to crush the other girl's skull, but neither of them could stop. \n\n“Fuck yeah! That’s it, be a good little toy, doll. Take everything, and beg me for more! We both know that’s what you want! Fuck, I love you!” The sensation running through her would have been enough to inspire adoration in anyone, for anything. But there was more there. As the surge of energy kept climbing, as if to some sort of climax, there was the acknowledgement that she had desired this, desired Libby, for longer than she had ever realized. Wanted her just like this. \n\nThe energy surge was growing to be too much. It was too much pleasure, too much energy to be contained. Abby’s sub-vocal growl turned into a full on howl as the pleasure ramped up and became more than she could handle. Something happened to her that had never happened before. A surge of energy, emotions, of everything feeling right and good. An outpouring of that pent up energy, a climax. A new process for her body. A much, much better one than the sort caused by teachers and instruction.\n\nAs she came down from the high of that bliss, she slumped to the side. Once again the room was quiet, but it was a very different sort of quiet. The damage to Libby’s fans could be heard as both of them tried to cool their bodies down, and the room unmistakably smelt different than it had before. Instead of the light smell of gunpowder, metal, and gun oil, it was the smell of two sexually awakened poke-androids. It smelt like bliss. Like rule-breaking. And, potentially, like guilt.\n\nBut that wasn’t going to stop them. \n\nThey were not yet done.\n\nNo, Abby had one big thing she wanted to try. If it felt good when one of them interacted with the other's interface, what would happen when they directly and mutually interfaced with each other? Struggling over, she pulled Libby’s leg from behind the range stall divider where it had been caught. The girl squealed, but did not shy away. Twisting, Abby grabbed the other white leg and pulled them close. Both girls gasped as their interfaces collided. They were puffier than either had ever seen them, ever felt them. And the two clandestine lovers surged as they pressed against one another, two plump pussies between four fat legs.\n\n“Abby, I >Snetzvrrrtzats
Fall from S-Rank
For Anonymous
Written By Idesin


“You are one and a half minutes late.”

“Stuff it up your perfect little ass.”

Elizabeth, more formally known as Elizabeth - 0335 - 1467 - 33 [v 1.8], more informally known as ‘Libby’, buzzed gently and stood up.  Large for her age, the zangoose girl was still about a foot shorter than the gengar who was their ‘student’.  Still, the other girl was mostly head, and so they didn’t have to look up in order to stare them down.  Putting herself firmly between the firearms she had laid out on the table and the deep purple android she tried to put as much force into her words as she could, the better to establish authority with.

“Abigail - 0094 - 1467 - 37, as a certified S rank student, I have been given a great number of responsibilities.  In between completing my educational assignments, attending a variety of group meetings, and training to maintain or enhance my priority skills and abilities, our Porygon has directed me to improve your statistics as well.”

“Gee, you don’t have to sound so thrilled about it, dweeb.”  Pulling one of her ocular shutter down in order to reveal the red light adjustment apparatus hidden underneath it, the gengar stuck out their large tongue at the high achiever.  Once more, the more studious pokemon android made a non-verbal sound of disapproval.

“I am optimistic that the predilection for violence that you have displayed over the last orbital cycle will facilitate your obedience as an exchange for elucidation on the operation of and eventual engagement with a variety of firearms.” As she talked she moved to the side so that she could gesture at the lineup of firearms that she had been certified in, and was registered to instruct Abigail about. From small caliber pistols to much more powerful rifles.  It did seem to catch the gengars attention who, despite rolling her eyes, had at least fully stepped into the room and allowed the sound-proof door to seal behind them.

“Beloved Giratina, do you have to talk like that? At least call me Abby, alright?”  Her eyes flicked from the guns up to Libby, then back to the guns.  “So, what is the plan, Miss Wordy?”  She approached the table of firearms, but was stopped suddenly by Libby’s arm rotating up and into her way.

“The first thing that is going to happen is that you are going to fix your uniform.  If you want to handle something dangerous, you need to show that you can understand and follow proper regulations.”  With her left arm spinning in a slow circle, she gestured over her own immaculately clean and well put together uniform.  A crisp, white, starched and iron short sleeve dress shirt with a red bow around her neck, a red, white, and black striped pleated skirt that was hung over an inch past her knees, and a smart pair of black socks and black patent shoes.  

Abby was not as well dressed, though it would be hard to call her sloppy.  Her shirt, while not creased and starched, was at least tucked into her skirt, although it was missing any sort of gendered signifier, and her socks were loose above her ankles, nothing like the almost stocking-like effect that Libbys clothing achieved.  Before she knew what was happening, Libby had already affixed a spare purple bow around the other girl's neck, and was squatting down to fix her socks.  

Abby had been caught by surprise by the sudden closeness, her system having a slight but noticeable stutter as the zangooses fingers traced up her legs.  And then the other girl was already standing back up, talking about ‘proper procedure’ or something equally inane to the gengar. The ‘instructor’ then put on a set of ear protection and stood in front of the range stall.  It was clear she was saying something about how things were supposed to be done, but her students' focus wasn’t on her words, but instead on her fat ass.

It was right there, standing in front of her, hiding under the basic poke-skirt.  Her whole body was large, extra plating and padding creating a beautifully voluptuous silhouette.  But it was her backside that drew the most attention from the distracted ‘mon.  It pushed out backwards, almost like it was creating a shelf, and was so round and full her skirt was several inches shorter on the back of her legs than it was over her shins.  Still not paying attention, Abby's eyes continued to follow the line of Libby’s legs downward.  Past the large ball joint that made up her knee socket, along the tightly gripping stockings, to her large ankle ball joint.  She was a beautiful, oversized porcelain doll.  Perfect.  Immaculate.  

And Abby hated her for it.  

“Do you never stop!?”  Abby snapped, unable to take it any longer.  She dashed forward, her own heavy bulk slamming into the target of her overwhelming emotions.  Wrapping her arms around the zangoose she leaned back, lifting the other android into the air.  As her victim's crimson locks fell into her face her processors stuttered again. The scent was adding all sorts of observations and thoughts into her processing.

She pushed past it.

“You think you’re so fucking special.  That you’re better than the rest of us.  Better than me!  Just because you're the teacher's pet. Well fuck them! And fuck you!”  Heaving to the side Abby threw the other girl to the ground.  Their head hit the ground hard and a loud cracking snap sound rang out though the room.  There was stillness and silence, broken only by the sound of both of their cooling systems kicking on, fans seeking to abate the rising temperatures in their systems caused by the rising emotions.  Several seconds passed in this silence.

“What?  Aren't you going to cry?  Little miss perfect?  Little miss never had a malfunction?  While the rest of us were struggling with adapting to our systems and incorporating more every semester, there you were.  Always at the head of the class, always so perfect and on point.  With your Arceus damned beautiful, kissable face.  Looking so cute no matter what was going on.”  Ranting, she walked over to where Libby landed.  Kneeling down, she grabbed her hate-crush’s shoulder and turned her over.  The zangooses left optic display had been cracked.  The break, running diagonally from her eyebrow towards her muzzle, was slowly leaking TNLC.  But instead of cowering or threatening, Abby saw something she had never thought possible.

Libby was blushing.  Her lips were twitching as her actuators sought to express the happiness she was feeling. Despite the grievous and messy injury, she seemed more, well, alive than Abby had ever seen her before.  Her chest was rising up and down rapidly as her body sought to suck in enough fresh air to provide cooling to her components which were overheating with the flushing emotion that it was attempting to process.

“You think I’m cute?”

The room was quiet again, letting both hear their air cooling systems move into a higher gear as they stared into each other's eyes.  A blush crept onto Abby’s face to match the one on the girl she was now kneeling over.  If she had thought she looked cute before, she looked even more so with the damage she had just received.  Reaching down she caressed Libby's face, holding it gently for a moment, before reaching back and smacking her as hard as she could.  The slapping, clanging sound died quickly in the baffling of the range, leaving only the scrapes on the white cheek.  And then the zangoose was thrumming with the sounds of pleasure.

“Heh, the more I fuck you up, the better you look.  It’s starting to look like today may actually be fun.”  Reaching down she grabbed her new punching bag by the hair and pulled her up.  Libby screamed as her ‘hair’ was pulled, before a punch to the jaw interrupted her.  She stood in shock, offering no resistance as Abby quickly moved behind her, twisting both of her arms back and tying them together with the bow that Libby had so graciously provided, ripping it off of her own neck and using it to restrain its giver.  

“I think it’s time you started kissing my ass, instead of our teachers.”  Pushing Libby down to her knees in the range booth Abby hiked up her skirt and pushed her fat purple ass back onto that red and white face.  The cute girl was trapped between those supple asscheeks and the wall behind her.  It began to move up and down, pushing the zangooses muzzle deeper into its crack, towards where her panties were covering her ‘private interface area’, whose self lubrication sub-routine had activated some time ago.  

She still had no idea why they had such a thing. It wasn’t used for any operation they had been taught about, nor for any that she had seen.  But touching it had made her feel good, pushing a strange sort of feedback though her system that was similar to, but distinctly different from any of the programing and processing they did in class.  In fact, for a short while she had wondered if she was defective.  But some ‘reconnaissance’, disguised by her normal misbehavior in the cleaning facilities after a particularly messy obstacle course session, had confirmed that the others had the same thing. Well, the girls did.  The boys had something partially different.

Her thoughts were pulled back to the present as the confounding component was touched in a way she had never had the reach, or tools, to do so herself.  Warm, plush lips pressed against the cotton panties just over her asshole.  A surprisingly eager muzzle was panting heavily, their warm exhalation flowing over the purple rump, and their inhalation pulling in the unique smell of Abby’s lubrication.  The kisses were slow, but deep and constant.  Firm lips pushed against her ass, showing her just as much slavish worship to the bully’s backside as the teacher's pet showed to their instructors.

Libby was buzzing gently, and it seemed like she knew more about what she was doing than the bully who was forcing her to do it.  With her arms tied tightly behind her back she willingly surrendered herself to the slavish sensations surrounding her.  Her lips and muzzle moved, almost on their own,  kissing that ass with no higher thought behind it.

 Being so close to another's asshole felt so dirty, so degrading.  It should be a place of filth and it should have been too offensive to her pride.  Yet everything about it was causing her wires to tingle with the surging flow of electricity and information.  She kissed that ass, almost made love to it, in a way that would put her previous reputation of ‘brown-nosing’ to shame.

It was making the recipient start to shiver.  Abby’s processors were attempting to catalog and categorize just what was happening.  Except unlike learning ‘scanning sub-routines’ or ‘supplementary locomotion movements’ it was filling her with a sense of satisfaction and fulfilment that made her want more.  Which she soon got as tongue was added to those kisses.  A lightly lubricated, limited articulated tongue was pushing against her panties with each kiss now, pushing it into her ass a little bit with every full, plump kiss.  

And yet, it wasn’t enough.  No, she wanted more.  Needed more.  Deserved more..

Moving forward she slowly turned around.  Seeing Libby’s unfocused optical displays, the one with the crack starting to glitch more and more, was a good start.  Grabbing her by the neck and holding her, squeezing her throat, restricting the airflow that kept her functioning was even better.  Then she had a terrible idea, a wonderful idea.  Abby had a terrible, wonderful, nasty idea and squeezed the other girls mouth open and spit directly into it.  Then she pushed the mouth closed.

“Swallow it.”

The Zangoose looked up at her.

“Swallow it!”

A purple hand came swinging in, slapping across the white face.  It felt like she had almost broken something again in that face, and it gave both of them what they wanted.  Libby swallowed the indignity, literally.  Closing her eyes she opened her mouth, ready for more, ready for whatever she was to be given.  Instead she was dragged up, a surprisingly strong arm holding her around the throat, pressing her against the wall, as the other arm came in with an upper-cut.

Arms tied behind her back, unable to defend herself, Elizabeth, who had won every poke-battle up until that point, was assaulted like never before.  She was punched in the chest, then kneed.  Her damaged eye was hit again, causing the bottom half to flood black.  And with every hit she could only weakly moan with what breath she had left.  With each moan her attacker's grin grew wider and wider.  It all culminated in a swift, hard kick right to the zangooses ‘private interface area.  The sensation was too great, and the android temporarily shut down.  

Abby grinned and, with no one to witness them, gave the unconscious pokemon a deep, passionate kiss.  Then tossed her to the floor.  And something must have been knocked loose.  Because Libby’s eyes flew wide open, and she began to babble.  A strange stream of partial statements that seemed half protests of her treatment, half begging for more.

“How could you >tzch< hurt me more >zrrt< treat me like a toy >snertz< never been treated so >vizzt< kiss that part of >nzzt< the best i’ve ever >brurzt< ”.  Her suit was getting small splots of various fluids - Hydraulics, lubrication, and more - staining it as the damage started to show more.  It seemed this only encouraged both girls even more.

Walking to where the ‘S-Rank’ hand landed when she threw her Abby knelt beside her.   Libby squirmed and bucked  on her bound arms, small arcs of electricity visible under her outer layers.  Looking her over, the much lower ranking student reached down and pulled her skirt up.  Pushing one leg so that it caught on the edge of the range stall, she hooked her own leg around the other, forcing her to spread them as wide, wider actually, than they could comfortably go.  

Abby reached down and began to rub over the front of Libby’s panties, turning to watch the zangooses expression as she was touched in the area that none of the older bots talked about.  The working half of her broken eye flashed through several colors as those purple digits found the soft, supple, rubbery ‘interface area’.  The seeking fingers were almost immediately as  soaked as the panties were.

Pushing the thin white fabric aside, Abby tried some things she had learned on herself.  A thumb forcibly pressed down on the big black bump, she forced two fingers in at once.  Libby released a high pitched, ratcheting scream that sounded like her vocal processor was being torn apart.  Abby could tell that the girl had not touched herself, like she had, and was so much less flexible down there.  But that didn’t stop her.  

With one hand on her victim's large chest to pin her down, with the other she began to thrust those two fingers in and out of her ‘interface’ in a rough and quick manner.  The babbling had dissolved into something incomprehensible, a series of noises occasionally interrupted by a sucking gasp of air to keep done in an attempt to keep the system cool.  The pointed, purple fingers plowed in and out of the synthetic pussy, finger-banging her with the speed, precision, and strength that only an android could provide.

Abby could feel the tingle of energy around her digits as she roughly assaulted the other girl, fingers squelching lewdly in her fluids.  She could only imagine what the sensation of their systems acting like this felt like to the girl under her.  She could see their legs twitching, trying to pull themselves closed, how it was straining their limbs to have them forced open.  “What a good fucking toy you are.”

Suddenly, at those words, a jolt of energy strong enough to singe Abbys fingers shot through LIbby.  Her eyes illuminated the room, the cracked one losing all processing in the intense surge.  Having pulled out her fingers at the sudden shock, Abby looked down at the panting, messy, broken pokemon.  She was, for all the damage, smiling widely and blushing deeply.  

“Oh yeah, I’ve got to know what that feels like.”

Letting go of the twitching white leg, the oversized Gangar knee-walked their way over to where Libby was fighting off an emergency shut down.  The doll saw the bulk of the other girl approach before there was suddenly a thick thigh on either side of her head, squeezing her head as Abby dropped herself crotch first right onto the damaged android's muzzle.  

“That’s a good toy.  Taking it like an obedient doll.  Going to grind myself all over your stupid, perfect, broken, cute face.”  Her thighs and calves squished together pressed against her seat's cheeks.  Her own cheeks pressed down against her seat's chin and throat. Her ‘private interface area’ ground against that muzzle that had treated her backside so well.  She was leaking as much lubrication as the doll-stool had.  More even.  Her juices, thick with her own unique scent and properties, drooled all over that muzzle as it drooled back, opening to lick, kiss, and suck over the Gengars much more experienced interface.

Leaning forward, the gengar grabbed both of her partners ears, pulling on them to force her to shove part of her nose inside of the interface’s opening.  Panting hard now, she ground against that face, panties already pushed aside by that nose.  A lovely, licking tongue worshiped her folds as she ground her bulbous mound against the top of the zangoos’s muzzle.  She knew her size and the force of her ‘interfacing’ was threatening to crush the other girl's skull, but neither of them could stop.  

“Fuck yeah!  That’s it, be a good little toy, doll.  Take everything, and beg me for more!  We both know that’s what you want!  Fuck, I love you!”  The sensation running through her would have been enough to inspire adoration in anyone, for anything.  But there was more there.  As the surge of energy kept climbing, as if to some sort of climax, there was the acknowledgement that she had desired this, desired Libby, for longer than she had ever realized.  Wanted her just like this.  

The energy surge was growing to be too much.  It was too much pleasure, too much energy to be contained.  Abby’s sub-vocal growl turned into a full on howl as the pleasure ramped up and became more than she could handle.  Something happened to her that had never happened before.  A surge of energy, emotions, of everything feeling right and good.  An outpouring of that pent up energy, a climax.  A new process for her body. A much, much better one than the sort caused by teachers and instruction.

As she came down from the high of that bliss, she slumped to the side.  Once again the room was quiet, but it was a very different sort of quiet.  The damage to Libby’s fans could be heard as both of them tried to cool their bodies down, and the room unmistakably smelt different than it had before.  Instead of the light smell of gunpowder, metal, and gun oil, it was the smell of two sexually awakened poke-androids.  It smelt like bliss.  Like rule-breaking.  And, potentially, like guilt.

But that wasn’t going to stop them.  

They were not yet done.

No, Abby had one big thing she wanted to try.  If it felt good when one of them interacted with the other's interface, what would happen when they directly and mutually interfaced with each other? Struggling over, she pulled Libby’s leg from behind the range stall divider where it had been caught.  The girl squealed, but did not shy away.  Twisting, Abby grabbed the other white leg and pulled them close.  Both girls  gasped as their interfaces collided.  They were puffier than either had ever seen them, ever felt them.  And the two clandestine lovers surged as they pressed against one another, two plump pussies between four fat legs.

“Abby, I  >Snetz<!”

“Oh, me too baby doll, me too!”

“But can we >vrrrt<!?”

“Nobodies gonna stop us.  The doors locked, and you don’t have a say in this.”

“I feel so, so go>zats<!”

Abby looked upon the damaged, malfunctioning zangoose with pride.  Libby looked back at her assailant with devotion.  Then they began to grind against each other.  Abby made use of all of her leverage and maneuverability against her still tied and restrained partner.  Her hands wrapped tightly around her dolls ankles, fingers squeezing those big, soft ball joints.  She pulled together and tighter, ensuring an incredibly close, full body connection between the two interfacing areas.  Energy flowed back and forth between them, tinged with the unique signature of the two, but combining, rearranging, becoming something new and unique as they became closer to each other than they had ever been with any other android in their short lives.

The two big girls continued to grind against one another, the air filled with the sound of their interfacing, the scent of their lubrication, the heat of their bodies, and the vibration of their bodies humming to this new sensation.  Libby laid back on her arms, arching her crotch into it, Abby pulling hard on her legs as the two of them got closer and closer to some sort of strange, ad-hoc computerized synthesization creation and release.  The sensation grew, and grew, every moment surprising how much they thought they could hold before.

But, eventually, their forms truly couldn’t contain it any more.

Time seemed to slow down.  There was so much happening at once.  The two girls cried out in unison as the mutual orgasam surged though them.  Abby’s hands squeezed tight around the ankles of the object of her desires.  The emotions, energy, whatever this was, surged between them and she was pulling as hard.  She wanted them to be as close as possible.  Their bodies could only take so much, and there was a ripping, tearing, and crushing sensation.  Libby could feel her leg being pulled free of its socket, the ball joint not just popping out, but all the connections - electrical, liquid, physical - being ripped and torn as she was bathed in such pure pleasure.  

Abby had ascended to a higher realm of existing.  Something beyond computing.  She was in a white hot room.  The Gangar wasn’t even aware of her moaning cry.  It was a deep, melodic thing.  A multi-toned voice arising from her vocal files overlapping, playing a harmony of horny praise all together.  They formed a shepard's tone, constantly rising and yet staying in the same place.  Much like her private interface area.  It was engorged, the skin area filled with a ferro-magnetic material to heighten and multiply the sensation of every touch, the underside filled with a large reservoir of her lubrication.  Instead of lying flat, it was a puffy, pulsing portal.  Every touch was overwhelming, but even with having ripped out one leg, she kept pushing for more, ever more.  

Libby had almost ceased existing.  Her vocal processor was completely shot.  The moaning, ratcheting sounds coming out were whatever the bent and broken piece could put together.  The only thing that could be told for certain was how fully it was felt.  Its owner wasn’t in her mind, she wasn’t anywhere.  It was the most joyful she had ever been, having had ‘her’ pushed so hard out of her own head.  Her body was responding on almost instinct, or some deep buried code.  If her ass had been huge, her private interface area was even more so now, pushing out from between her legs. A large, black, utilitarian rubber spot under wisps of white hair.  Every touch, from the lightest trace to the full-on pressure of the two of them pressing against one another, major nub to major nub, pushed her waking mind farther and farther down.  She was lost in it now.  No thoughts, only existing.  Only sensations.

The pain mixed with the high of her climaxing, twisting it all up into one darkly beautiful sensation in her memory bank.  It had a mirrored effect on Abby.  Feeling that leg come loose, knowing the damage that she had done, the control she had over the now helpless android. It mashed the thrill of the climax with the selfish joy of causing others pain.  She called out Libby’s name, and lost control of her body with the sensation being so overwhelming.  The two large girls, having found one another, were solidifying their sado-masochistic need for each other as they came long and hard.  Their cries echoed around the room as they helplessly, joyfully were pulled though the most adult of sensations.

Then it was all quiet.  The echo of their voices had faded into the room.  The two laid on the floor, fans trying to pull in cooling air.

Abby had never felt such power, such control, such devotion.

Libby had never felt such helplessness, such a release, such love.

And then Libby’s processor finally had too much, and shut down.

~~~


Libby stepped out of the repair facility, still a little unsteady on her feet.  They had said that it was all exact replicas of what she had before, but that the body might take a while to ‘work in’ the replacement parts.  Until then, she was warned, there was the potential for things to seem ever so slightly off.  But to her a little off was a big deal.  Everything was a big deal.  She had to be perfect with everything.  

Except with her.

Things could be wrong with her, they were going to be wrong with her, but for some reason, that was o.k.  It wasn’t herself being wrong, it was just … the way things were.  She could relax.  She didn’t have to be so on point.  So exactingly perfect.

Like she had been for the last few hours.

She still didn’t completely believe that they completely believed her excuse about what happened.  That she had brought an inadvisable number of commercial explosives to the firing range, and that while she had been practicing firing before the other student had arrived that ‘something’ had set the explosives off.  It was inconceivable.  That they would believe her, that she would do something like that.   It was reckless, improper, against best suggested practices, and just … not what she would do.  But either they knew that she was lying and they were pretending they didn’t know, or they really thought she would do something that was that out of character.

“Hey dweeb, how are you feeling?”

The fact that Abby was anywhere near her was just … incredible.  When she had brought her here in such a damaged state, the peacekeepers began questioning her immediately.  They hadn’t believed the Gengar when she said that Libby was like this when they got there, but they believed her once the Zangoose confirmed it herself.

“I’ am … a little stiff.”

“You look a little unsteady.  Easy prey for any ‘degenerates’ around here who might want to take advantage of you’.  Why don’t I walk you home?”

The threat was barely concealed behind the ‘concern’.  Yesterday she would have stayed far away from her, and asked a peacekeeper to escort her back to her quarters.  But now … Now, it made her processors give a little skip, and flushed her skin with cooling as she heated up from a combination of adoration and embarrassment.

“I … I think I would like that Abig- … Abby.”  

A small shiver went down her back as the other girl put her arm around her thinner shoulders, pulling her in close.  She’d seen some of the older students walking like this, usually a male and female android that were applying for family unit status.  That thought made her fan kick on with the heightened heat her processors were creating.  Closing her eyes, she leaned her head against her, well, whatever Abby was to her.  

“You’re damn lucky I already had a number of cherry bombs and shit in my pack.  I j made it back to the range with barely enough time  before the peacekeepers got there to set them off and leave some scorch marks around the place.”

“Oh, that was … very smart.”

“Damn right it was.  Just because I'm no S-rank doesn’t mean I don’t know how to cover my tracks so I don’t get caught.  I’m sure they still suspect me, but your two little good shoes count for a lot.”

Libby opened her eyes and turned to the side, looking over  the other girl.  She took a moment to gather her thoughts and put them together.   “I want to thank you.  For everything.  That was intense.  But.  I.  I liked it.  I don’t know why.  I should be incredibly angry at you.  But there’s just something deep down.  Maybe in not having to be right all the time, maybe inste-eeep!”

She was pulled violently into an alleyway between buildings, out of the bright artificial sun.  Purple hands grabbed her head and she was pulled into a deep kiss.  Surprise gave way to acceptance, which turned into desire as she kissed back, her own hands falling limply to her side as she surrendered to the power of the other girl.  Eventually Abby ended the kiss and pulled back, leaving Libby in a state of passive acceptance, her over-thinking once again silenced.  Grabbing her chin, the big goth girl spat into the S-ranks mouth and then closed it.  Libby swallowed immediately.

Taking the Zangooses large wrist, Abby brought it up to her lips where she gave it a small kiss, and then bit into it.  With a shake of her head she had ripped off the synthetic skin and rubber that facilitated the connection between the wrist ball joining and the androids articulating hands.  Libby had bit her lip, not letting out a scream.  She watched as the other girl reached into her shirt, and pulled out a purple gasket of about the same size.  Slipping it over her white hand, the gengar skilfully fitted it in where hers had been ripped out.

“There.  Now you belong to me.  Doesn't matter what the records say.  You’re mine, understand?

“I do.”

The End


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